Exercising twice this week has just given me a (false) sense of healthiness. Yesterday, Sharon and I trained with the track cross country boys, but of course, we were given much lighter tasks. My teacher asked me to consider competing in cross country (in about 5 weeks), but fear being tired. Somehow, when I imagine myself run, it’s always this ideal situation when I don’t have to pant and feel like I’m going to die any moment. Then I get all motivated and when I actually start running, my nightmares just come true and there I am, plodding along the track, breathing hard and perspiring, hoping each breath isn’t the last. I can’t even run 2.4km without feeling exhausted, so I’m quite doubtful whether I’ll be able to finish 3.6km in one piece. Argh..